'There is no such thing as the Rezars' legacy and tradition. Everything we know about Light Mastery we either extorted it from Dawn or she gave it to us to further her agenda.
'My people were so obsessed with splitting from their beast half that over time we stopped improving and became dependent on her. We were her hands and feet but Dawn was the brain all along.'
"Thank you!" Leria offered her flower for the Horseman to examine while giving her a deep bow. "How is it compared to Aran's?"
"Wow, guess the rival thing is no joke." Dawn chuckled while examining the various parts of the hard-light construct. "You did a great job, Leria, but compared to Aran's flower yours is a bit lacking. See?"
The stem was soft and flexible but when the Horseman squeezed a petal, it crumbled. Cracks appeared all over the flower, leaking the light element until the construct faded away.
